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And then only she turned to Ursula, who, with all the class, had been watching the little scene between the lovers. 'How do you do, Miss Brangwen, sang Hermione, in her low, odd, singing fashion, that sounded almost as if she were poking fun. 'Do you mind my coming in? Her grey, almost sardonic eyes rested all the while on Ursula, as if summing her up. 'Oh no, said Ursula.
But really it was Ursula, it was the woman who was gaining ascendance over Birkin's being, at this moment. Gerald was becoming dim again, lapsing out of him. 'Do you know, he said suddenly, 'I went and proposed to Ursula Brangwen tonight, that she should marry me. He saw the blank shining wonder come over Gerald's face. 'You did? 'Yes.
I don't believe in your new-fangled ways and new-fangled ideas in and out like a frog in a gallipot. It would never do for me. Birkin watched him with steady emotionless eyes. The radical antagnoism in the two men was rousing. 'Yes, but are my ways and ideas new-fangled? asked Birkin. 'Are they? Brangwen caught himself up. 'I'm not speaking of you in particular, he said.
This cut her short, and there was silence. The others came in from church, and the two had the girls to face, then the mother and Gudrun, and then the father and the boy. 'Good-evening, said Brangwen, faintly surprised. 'Came to see me, did you? 'No, said Birkin, 'not about anything, in particular, that is. The day was dismal, and I thought you wouldn't mind if I called in.
Yet she so wanted her little romantic occasion. 'Shall I then? she asked. 'Give Miss Brangwen some flowers? Do, Birdie. Tell Wilson I say you are to have what you want. The child smiled a small, subtle, unconscious smile to herself, in anticipation of her way. 'But I won't get them till tomorrow, she said. 'Not till tomorrow, Birdie. Give me a kiss then
How curious it was that this was a human being! What Brangwen thought himself to be, how meaningless it was, confronted with the reality of him.
But she resented being in the position when somebody might do it to her. Hermione, very remarkable, and distinguishing the Brangwens very much, led them along to where Laura Crich stood receiving the guests. 'This is Mrs Brangwen, sang Hermione, and Laura, who wore a stiff embroidered linen dress, shook hands and said she was glad to see her.
But my daughters are my daughters and it's my business to look after them while I can. Birkin's brows knitted suddenly, his eyes concentrated in mockery. But he remained perfectly stiff and still. There was a pause. 'I've nothing against your marrying Ursula, Brangwen began at length. 'It's got nothing to do with me, she'll do as she likes, me or no me.
She put her hand on Ursula's arm and chuckled a low laugh. 'Yes, doesn't he look comical? she chuckled. 'Like a stupid husband. Then, with her hand still on Ursula's arm, she drew her away, saying, in her mild sing-song: 'How did you come here? We saw Gudrun too. 'I came to look at the pond, said Ursula, 'and I found Mr Birkin there. 'Did you? This is quite a Brangwen land, isn't it!
So there was quite a little festivity on Winifred's account, the day Gudrun returned to Shortlands. 'You should make a bunch of flowers to give to Miss Brangwen when she arrives, Gerald said smiling to his sister. 'Oh no, cried Winifred, 'it's silly. 'Not at all. It is a very charming and ordinary attention.
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